One dark, rainy night, grandma died. Before she died, her skinny hands tightly grasped her father's cuffs. "You... Your daughter..." "... Is a monster! A monster!" My father followed my grandma's gaze and looked over. My mother held me tightly in her arms. We huddled in the corner, not daring to make a sound. After grandma was buried the next day, my father led a group of people from the village and dragged me from home to the mountains. The two-meter-deep pit in the ground is a cemetery prepared for me.
